10

Oscar

She needed this.

I can feel the moment she gives in, the moment she stops resisting, and I know that for her, it’s everything.

“That’s it,” I say. “Just cry. Let it all out, pet.”

I shouldn’t be talking to her this way.

Dolly isn’t my submissive. She’s my captive. She’s here because I want her here. She’s here to pay me back for what she’s done, and she’s going to use her body to do it.

For now, I let her cry. I don’t even think she notices when I stop spanking her. Dolly’s ass is nice and red, just the way I like it, and I start massaging her skin.

“Let it go.”

She does.

She cries, and she cries, and she cries.

When the tears finally slow to sniffles, I help her to her feet. She reaches for her pants to pull them up, but I shake my head.

“No. Go put your nose in the corner.”

“What?”

“Go.”

I point to the corner of the dining room. Dolly looks like she’s going to argue with me, but she decides to play it smart, and she goes. She stands with her nose in the corner and her butt exposed.

Good.

I like staring at my handiwork. Right now, it doesn’t matter that we’re not in some spicy club. I don’t care that we’re not in front of a crowd. We’re not dating, and I’m not showing her off to anyone. This is just for me.

When was the last time I had something just for me?

It’s been a while.

“You look like a brat,” I say.

She sniffles.

“A well-punished brat.”

“I don’t think I’m a brat.”

“Too bad. I do.”

“And you’re in charge, huh?”

“I am in charge.”

I shouldn’t be letting her talk as much as I am, but I’m starting to feel curious about the woman here.

“Why?”

“Because you kidnapped me, Dolly.”

She spins around and balls her hands into fists.

“Stop saying that! I didn’t kidnap you! That was Craig, and I told him not to, okay? I told him not to.”

I stare at Dolly, and then my eyes slide down to where her pants have fallen even lower.

So low, in fact, that I can see her bare, shaved pussy.

Dolly sees me watching, and she flushes.